Chapter 1048: Chapter 45: Betrayal Is an Everyday Occurrence (2) If not for these, how would the god of revenge have any work to do?
Of course, human slaves staying here face danger, namely the Enchanting Demon. Many humans have already been drained to death recently.
Duncan couldn’t be bothered to intervene.
Those with power, if you provoke the Enchanting Demon, feel free to indulge. For the weak, provoke them if you wish; death will come quickly anyway, and their souls can conveniently transform into abyss worms. Perhaps in the next life, they might climb up to become mid to high-tier demons.
Mercy?
It doesn’t exist.
Duncan’s restraint is a lack of restraint, and when enough have died, the Enchanting Demons will naturally realize that mortals are a scarce resource.
The result of this is that the Red Shroud begins to restrain the Enchanting Demons on their own.
Although the Bottomless Abyss never wastes anything, even dead human souls are valuable and can be nurtured as worms. Nonetheless, living mortals are more useful; it’s better not to have too many die until their last bit of value is drained.
Compared to other demons, the mortals enslaved by Enchanting Demons have it relatively better. After all, they have no worries about food and drink and are surrounded by a crowd of fatal temptresses.
But those who can’t control themselves are almost all dead now. On the Silent Dark Grassland outside the Gathering Gate, thousands of abyss worms now bear human faces, all those who have died, faces of those recruited by Enchanting Demons, are tended by the Night Witches. Once the worms mature, they can be used as currency, soldiers, food, and more.
Duncan nodded expressionlessly and said, "Let him come see me."
These humans are also marked in green.
Compared to demons, they are more willing to seek refuge with Duncan; of course, they’re almost all evil-aligned individuals, marked by the blood-red spiritual light, as the righteous wouldn’t survive that long.
The surviving humans have learned to restrain themselves; faced with hundreds of Enchanting Demons stationed here, failing self-control would result in death by draining the very next day.
Duncan only concerns himself with the stronger Enchanting Mages.
In the direction of the docks.
One warship after another appeared in view. They seemed somewhat dilapidated, even mended with demon corpses. The sails were complete skins; what kind of skin, that was unclear.
— Cannibal King Malagas (Five-Star Silver Gray).
As a hideous and emaciated figure emerged, many humans and humanoids trembled as they disembarked the warship. The leading emaciated man had muddied dark yellow eyes that no longer seemed human. His pupils were bloodshot, clearly tormented recently; upon seeing Duncan’s heroic figure, he decisively knelt on one knee and said, "My lord."
"We are willing to pledge our loyalty to you!"
Even garbage can be utilized.
The Bottomless Abyss knows no such thing as useless.
Duncan gazed down at the Cannibal King Malagas, a legendary captain whose crew were slaves escaped from the gnoll fortress, a guy who even roasted ghouls.
Submit or die.
Cannibal King Malagas had no choice.
Duncan’s eyes swept over these monsters; from now on, they were Duncan’s thralls, to be used as cannon fodder while living, their souls reclaimed and transformed into abyss worms upon death. Those lucky to advance would become the main battle force of mid-tier demons in the future.
Eternal damnation.
Duncan slipped into the role of a demon lord quickly, already being one to exploit whatever could be used.
Where did Yenogu’s demons come from?
He couldn’t even touch a tributary of the Nether River.
The purgatory jackal wolfmen each year consume so many mortals. Once the flesh is gone, they begin to exploit the souls.
A fleet of about three hundred, boasting six ships of varying sizes, had the capability to sail the oceans of the Bottomless Abyss, reaching as far as the domain of the deep sea king Dagon.
Excellent cannon fodder.
Duncan turned to the Enchanting Mage beside him and instructed, "Prepare food for them, then reorganize them."
Eat less human flesh, more normal food instead.
The Enchanting Demon Queen has no shortage of provisions.
Duncan didn’t expect them to live long, just long enough to fulfill his objectives.
Everything proceeded in an orderly fashion.
Compared to other demons, Enchanting Demons were indeed easier to control; they weren’t as insane or chaotic and could competently handle tasks, except they always sought more rewards for their work afterward, making them reliable operatives of the Bottomless Abyss.
The Gathering Gate has now become a fortress stronghold.
According to Duncan’s vision, this place will eventually become the lower-level portal of the Bottomless Abyss, used for interplanar trade and smuggling. He had already sent messages back to Shargant; if Sharella Tebron isn’t foolish, she should realize that smuggling trade in the Bottomless Abyss holds far greater profits than the star-falling sea’s.
As long as Sharella Tebron can assemble a ’planar caravan,’ in the future, she can obtain resources from the Bottomless Abyss through the Gathering Gate.
Sharella is greedy and cunning, commanding a crew of rascal Silver Coins with black hearts and black hands.
Only such villains can mix into the trade lines of the Bottomless Abyss.
Conveniently, Duncan needs to settle the pirate remnants of the Pirate Isles. If their souls have nowhere to go, Duncan can arrange a good place for them — ’Abyssal Blood Pool.’
An entire benefit recovery chain is taking shape.
Chop them down, kill them, don’t waste them; what the Bottomless Abyss lacks most are the souls of cunning criminals, and the more, the better.
As for those righteous souls, the Divine Spirit keeps a close watch, best not to cause trouble.
The truly devout and good-natured souls are meticulously recorded by the Otherworld Divine Attendants, and any devil wishing to steal one must be prepared for a fight.